I wish I could paint like you,
Then I would not have to write
Clumsy words, pretending only
To know what I’m talking about.
You come dressed in orange,
And red, and brown, and gold,
With red hair draped on your shoulder,
And smile that cheats the cold.
Your keen eyes with hazel hue,
Remind to what is left in green:
Hot summer nights are over now…
Better get used to frosty sheen.
I see you deep in the forest,
Where falling leaves compete,
To touch your hair and then become,
Soft carpet under your feet.
I think of you: Abundance,
For nothing else brings such,
Great riches of the harvest,
We all enjoy and love so much.
So, there you come with grace,
And paint my world with ease.
My sister Autumn - welcome back!
I couldn’t be more pleased.
© 2013 Josephine Lake
